Warnings: Swearing, clumsy puppy.

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"Remy, do you have any idea what it takes to take care of an animal?" Virgil asked.

"Yes, I do!" Remy yelled, "Just please let me adopt him!"

"What breed is this puppy anyway?"

"German Shepherd," Remy said.

"Alright, German Shepherds can be gentle, assertive, alert, stubborn, docile, devoted, curious, compliant, and calm... think you can handle it?" Virgil questioned with his hands on his hips.

"Of course I can." Remy rolled his eyes.

"Fine, you can adopt him, but you have to take care of him," Virgil said.

"Yes, thank you!" Remy hugged Virgil and he ran out of the house to buy stuff for the puppy.

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Remy buckled a collar on his new puppy. It had the name 'Topaz' dangling from it.

"Thank you so much," Remy said.

"No problem, kid." Said the guy.

Remy attached the leash to the collar and stood up. Remy and Topaz made their way out of the store.

"I got everything for you at my place. Virgil should be working, so we'll have the place to ourselves." Remy muttered to mostly himself.

"Remy!" A voice yelled.

Remy turned and saw Emile. Remy waited for him as Topaz ran up to the new person that smelled of peppermint.

"Aw, hi there, cutie!" Emile cooed, kneeling down to pet him. He looked up at Remy, "Is it yours?"

"Yeah, his name is Topaz." Remy smiled a bit as Topaz licked Emile's face.

Emile giggled, "He's so cute!"

Emile stood up and wiped his face off with his sleeve.

"Going anywhere, Emile?" Remy asked.

"Not really. I'm just wandering around, mostly." Emile smiled.

"Care to come to my place?" Remy questioned, trying to be a gentleman.

"You don't have to be so formal, you know... will Virgil mind?" Emile raised an eyebrow, silently squealing as Topaz was nuzzling his shoes.

"I don't think so, come on. I also got ingredients to make smoothies." Remy said.

"Ooh, fun!" Emile intertwined his arm with Remy's and they walked to Remy's house.

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Once they got home, Remy released Topaz from the leash and he ran to his new doggy bed. Remy and Emile went into the kitchen and got out the fruit and ice for smoothies.

"One cup of crimson seedless grapes, one cup of fresh strawberries, one peeled banana, and one cup of ice cubes." Remy listed as he put all of the ingredients in the blender. Emile put the lid on it.

"Sounds lovely!" Emile smiled.

"Yep, now which one is the blending button...?" Remy muttered. He pressed a button and the ingredients started to blend. Remy held the lid on.

After a few moments, Remy stopped it and took the lid off, seeing that it was blended.

"There we go," Remy said and grabbed two cups from the cabinet. He placed them on the table as he unplugged the blender.

Topaz was sitting in the kitchen, watching as his owner and the mysterious person poured their drinks. Topaz hopped onto a chair when they turned away. And then he hopped onto the table. He sniffed the blender and started pawing at it, shifting the blender closer to the edge of the table. Topaz got up on his hind legs, but missed the top of the blender and hit the side of it, causing him to push the blender off of the table. Remy had turned around and instantly got hit with the blender, getting smoothie all over him.

"Shit!" Remy yelled as he looked at the mess, "Oh, no... Virgil is going to be pissed."

"Don't worry, Remy. We can clean it up." Emile assured.

"I'll change my shirt," Remy said.

"I'll get a towel," Emile said.

They both walked out of the kitchen. Remy took his shirt off once he got into the living room as Emile got a towel. Emile tried hard not to stare at Remy's chest as he passed by with a towel and went into the kitchen to clean up the mess.

Remy walked into the kitchen with a black shirt on, "Need any help?"

"Nope, I got this," Emile responded, happy to know that Remy wanted to help. He has always lived alone in his house ever since he was twenty. Now, he was twenty-three. Three years of living alone... you would think he would get used to it.

But nope.

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After Emile cleaned up the spill, the blender was broken completely. Remy sighed and decided to throw it away and get a new one.

Remy sat down on the couch, "Virgil will be here any minute. He's going to be upset that I let the blender break..."

"He'll be disappointed, yes. But, he's your cousin, he will forgive you." Emile sat next to Remy.

"You always see the good in things, don't you?" Remy asked.

"Yep." Emile nodded. Topaz hopped up onto the couch and decided to lay in Remy's lap. Emile smiled, "Aw..."

Then the door opened and Virgil scrambled inside with his stuff like always.

"I'm home!" Virgil called.

"We're right here," Remy said.

"We-?" Virgil turned and saw Emile sitting next to Remy, "Oh, sup, Emile."

"Heya, Virgil," Emile said. He then stood up, "I should get going now. I'll see you later, Remy."

"See ya, babe," Remy said as Emile left the house.

"What'd you guys do?" Virgil asked, shoving his stuff into a recliner and sitting next to Remy to pet Topaz.

"We made smoothies and Topaz knocked over and broke the blender," Remy said.

"Topaz?" Virgil looked at the puppy, "Is this Topaz?"

"Yeah." Remy nodded.

"And you broke the blender?" Virgil asked.

"Yep..." Remy muttered.

Virgil sighed, "I seriously cannot leave you alone for one day..."

Then Remy felt his phone buzz. He took it out of his pocket and saw it was an email from Black Lily Cafe. He tapped it and read through it, a smile growing on his face.

"What is it?" Virgil questioned.

"I got the job!" Remy exclaimed.

"What? No way!" Virgil grabbed Remy's phone and looked at the email, "Oh my god, you did! You start tomorrow."

"Yep, which is why I need to go to bed because I have to get up very early," Remy said.

"How early?" Virgil asked.

"Seven."

"Wow, that is early..."

Remy nodded and took his phone back. He put Topaz on the floor and looked at Virgil, "What are we having for dinner?"

"Chinese takeout," Virgil said.

"Alright, can't wait."

Remy was excited to have gotten a job at his favorite coffee shop but was nervous as well.

'I can do this... I just have to be confident in myself.' Remy thought.

That's all he had to do- other than wipe down tables and make drinks, of course.